She had said he was a gentleman.
"Your sister ?" Sally whispered.

He did not turn; he did not see her lips twitching in the reaction of relief.

He had known nothing of the whirlwind that had been sweeping through her mind.

All that play he had lost and yet was no loser.

Had he seen the jealous hunger in her heart, it would have pointed the rowels of the spur that was already drawing its blood.
"Yes; she lives down in Buckinghamshire.